She likes to put her hand down my pata
She make my thing go harder
Before you know she start to ask for rubber
And tell me Daddy can I go undercover
Late night up till the morning
Body language She be talking
I fit to ease off your stress
I’ll get you wet and imma clean up the mess
You’ll squeeze your toes and grab the sheets on the bed
Then tell me Swizay don’t you leave
Cos Boy you got me impressed
See I do my thing pata pata
I make her scream and she fia sing Harder Harder
Like nicotine I fi make her go higher
And tell me don’t you tire
Hands down her pata make her speak her dialect
She give it up because she know me come correct
Her panties falling that’s the domino effect
Got her gasping while I’m squeezing on her neck
She in the mood for some gangster loving
Me eat her out like a man been starving
Her kitty wet make a man go surfing
She buss it down like her last name foreign
A likkle bit of D in your life
I ain’t tryna mek you my wife I swear
Konji don dey show for your eyes
Could it be the Henny with the ice my dear
“Yeah, so I was told to like keep it like less profane, like, cos there be kids listening
So when I say ‘pum’ you know what I mean
When I say ‘zoom’ you know what I mean
When I say ‘boom’ you know what I mean